Jesus, your witty replies make my feeble little brain want to explode. Maybe if you rub my head for a while and charge me an insane amount for it it will stop hurting.
What do you say, Dr.?
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We love to use the handicapped stall. We've even named it, the handicrapper.
The most bestest part of the day is dropping a douce while getting paid, in the handicrapper. Shit is fucking EPIC.
I hate going to get coffee only to find yourself with the last half of a cup in the pot, then making a new pot and going back to yet another empty pot.
Fuck my life.